I want to explore the raw basics of human existence. My inflated objects and scrap-wood structures come with a distinct history of use to which I add: for instance, dragging a piece around a baseball diamond where I played as a child. My activities are difficult, enjoyable, and absurd—microcosms of life. The structures are familiar, but also strange, and they have a complicated relationship with the inflated forms. The bloated skins (partially developed bodies with no real faculty of their own) are tragic and funny, playful and pathetic, intellectually and emotionally engaging in their vulnerability.